Screaming your head off copulation in the streets style of riding on the Surly. All I need is a gallon of Goo Gone citrus power to remove any and all traces of the man who used to ride that thing. We should go for a very long and competitive bike ride. Trade bikes. Track bikes. Ohhhhh I love my bicycle. Your papa's archaic Brooks almost made me cry out with joy. Good find.

Say yes to everything Mutch. I am stuck in the country at the moment and this not riding business is pure bullshit. Soon.